Home, Please

Zeke probably thinks this hotel is home. So, we can't wait to get him home-home to much more spacious quarters and to his two kitties. (We can't help but miss our furry babies who have kept our arms from being empty for so many years.)

We now wait to find out if we can catch our flight out of Vietnam Friday night. PLEASE pray that we can indeed make this flight. It's not that we don't love Vietnam (we do!) or haven't had fun (we have!) but we're all just ready to be in our own home and to find a routine. Here, each day is different. We try to keep him on a regular eating and napping schedule but it's hard. Once we get home, we can give him more structure and I think that will make him a bit happier.

We continue to feel better. We ate some breakfast and have mapped our meals for the rest of today. We may try to get over to the famous water puppet show this evening...and it just so happens there's a KFC nearby. I'm sure it sounds awful, eating at an American chain here but hey, if you'd been through the stomach travails we've had, you'd also want something with a familiar taste. Speaking of taste...Zeke has expanded his eating repertoire tremendously. He has had bread, banana, banana cake (not as sugary as it sounds), apple juice, baby food pears, scrambled egg, and baby food chicken. We hope to keep adding things to his diet.